!!+u5zzp0LPDj 05/05/12(Sat)00:22 No.18982500|
Hank tells you that he has to leave, and departs, leaving you alone. A couple of minutes later, a healer shows up and tends to your wounds, and you’re back in top shape. Magic has its uses, you think. For the next couple of hours, you contemplate on the tournament. Possible scenarios, what you’ll do if you win, what you’ll do if you lose… eventually you clear your mind of such extraneous thoughts, and simply relax.
Hank returns, and tells you to follow him back out. Your next match is beginning. Again, you’re blinded by the glare of the sand, and again you acclimate. The crowd yells for you, listing for blood. This time, your opponent is out before you. You’re a little relieved to see that he’s far smaller than your last opponent, in fact, he’s about half a foot shorter than you. You aren’t too keen on his green, sparkling robes, and you’re even less pleased to have a sudden headache now.
Yet again, the bombastic voice of Victor Richards raises itself over the crowd, “Welcome, citizens, to the second round! This fight, we’ll be seeing the martial artist Shun use his enigmatic style on Benedict, master of the arcane!” Shit, he is a wizard. “Let’s see if the newcomer can handle this display of magic!”
The crowd roars out as the slim man across you raises his arms, crackling with energy. “Fight!”